University

Pores

April 18, 2006 • 0
There was always the semi-sexy massage oil before the pain, always the unfurling fingers, the slack jaw. I shuddered sometimes, deep below the warm towels and the cool balm; that was when they lunged. They wore squeaky gloves, they used their thumbs, they pressed past my pores. They twisted and pinched and dug. I hated »